At night, in a hotel outside the market.
The walls were built of dark blue stone, their gaps filled with some kind of mud and sand, and then covered with a fine outer layer, making them sturdy and beautiful. Since the founding of Crancia, this style of architecture has been common everywhere, serving as an excellent transitional style.
Loran Hill was now on the second floor of the hotel, sitting by the open window, looking at the market in the distance.
At night, the border market is closed because in the past, theft and fraud often occurred at night. After all, the visibility is poor in the dark, and some people with bad intentions would do all kinds of tricks.
So later on, the market was closed at night, which saved manpower for maintenance and allowed everyone to have a good rest.
The tavern was brightly lit, and from time to time one could hear lively conversations, the clinking of glasses and the pouring of liquid, as well as the sound of bards plucking their harps, telling the beautiful and magical legends of the grassland.
Most of these poets are humans, with a few being orcs.
"That day, the morning sun rose from the ground, and a girl in a flaming dress sang in the wind."
"Ah, the ancient legend has returned to the world, like a fairy descending to earth."
"With a gentle wave of her hand, green shoots sprouted from the ashen earth, and verdant life began to flourish once again."
“That is the wind of abundance, that is the song of miracles.”
...
"The girl born from flames, the crimson singer, Elani."
The girl's keen hearing could hear the singing clearly, even from within the wall, even though it was nearly a hundred meters away. What she had done had inadvertently become a legend among poets. A strange and complex emotion swirled within Loran Hill.
Curious, shy, proud, uneasy, and so on.
"Miss." With the sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs, a girl with rabbit ears appeared on the second floor. She was holding a plate with today's dinner on it.
The hot bread slices, the fragrant barbecue, etc., all look good.
After Roland Hill scolded everyone today, Mira became cautious, fearing that she would upset the girl. This was also the first time she had heard Roland Hill speak in such a harsh tone, which was completely different from the past.
In fact, the image of Loran Hill had changed several times in her mind.
In his early years, he was a great hero who saved himself and his mother, and later he was a legendary sage who changed the entire race and country. But after getting to know her more, I felt that she was just a gentle and kind sixteen-year-old girl, but today she feels like a stern elder.
It is really hard to imagine that such different temperaments are wonderfully integrated in this girl. People don’t feel anything unusual, as if she was born that way.
Changeable yet pure, like light and wind.
Loran Hill turned around and nodded at Mira who walked in. Before he knew it, the bunny-eared girl was as tall as him.
"Has Mira eaten yet?"
"I've already eaten."
Mira put the plate aside, then took out one of the plates and placed it on the table. Then she withdrew her hands and put the plate on the white apron in front of her. She was wearing a maid outfit today, which was inexplicably suitable.
Loran Hill ate his dinner slowly and let Mira sit in the seat in front.
"Has Mira ever been to the grassland?"
"No, I grew up in the Tisilan Mountains. The farthest I've been is the capital of Clancy. At that time, I was there to support the Knights of Lord Kanda..."
"Afterwards, I studied in the capital for a while, and my Angel Sequence improved steadily. By the way, Alia also came to the capital with me at that time, but later she went to study in Emenas."
Aaliyah is Mira's good friend, a girl with black rabbit ears. She had once met Loran Hill at the school in the Tisilan Mountains.
"Has Mira never thought of going to Emenas?"
"I've thought about it, but I'd rather visit the Sanctuary because I'm training in the Angel Sequence. As for Emenas, Alia's gone, so I don't have to. When she comes back, she'll tell me all the interesting and fun things."
"What a great relationship."
Loran Hill murmured his praise, and as the conversation went on, Mira relaxed a little, no longer as nervous as before.
"What do you think of the orcs on the grassland?"
"Well, although we are all of the same orc race, in fact, we haven't had any formal communication for nearly a thousand years and have long since parted ways."
"I don't have any hatred, nor do I have any special affection."
"Your Highness, if you have any ideas, just tell us directly. Don't worry too much. Our clan will follow any decision you make." Mira said this, and Loran Hill did not sense any hesitation in her words.
"Do the other rabbit-eared people think this way?" She was a little surprised.
"Yes, Your Highness." Mira explained again when she saw Loran Hill asking.
"You don't have to worry too much about what we think. In fact, as long as you open your mouth, many ideas will quickly become popular."
Is that so? Loran Hill thought to himself, he still doesn’t have the awareness to become a leader of a country.
Slowly sorting out the experiences in past history books, perhaps to become a king or a leader, one must make some kind of decision and withstand various pressures to do something.
Everything will not become the ideal appearance spontaneously, and you need to change it step by step.
After figuring out the source of his hesitation, Loran Hill stopped worrying about it.
If everyone doesn’t understand, we should publicize it widely so that more people can understand and support it.
If there are obstacles, we will solve them one by one and pave the way forward.
She is no longer alone. Although she was promoted to this position, she has also decided to be responsible for this country and to change many things.
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